Suddenly, Ryan did not feel like going to work anymore.

As he kissed her rosy lips, his hand moved to loosen his tie.

"Don't..."

Carrie gasped softly, her face flushing as she caught his hand. "It's already tied perfectly. Don't ruin it. Let's wait until you come back..."

"Alright. You'll make it up to me tonight then," Ryan whispered huskily, his voice laced with desire as he nuzzled her ear.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she nodded shyly.

Yasmin had prepared breakfast. She was standing at the door, not wanting to intrude.

She could hear the intimate whispers and amorous sounds from inside the room. A smile played on her lips.

Ryan always lingered with Carrie until the very last moment before leaving.

I have a gift for

lifted Carrie and placed her gently on the chair in front of the vanity. Then he opened a long jewelry

The white jade hairpin shimmered, and Carrie could not help but

of jewelry before, and you never wore any. But I want you to

her and gently lifted her silky hair. He then somewhat clumsily arranged it into a bun, as Yasmin had taught

Carrie, he had done things he

thought he

arranging the bun and inserted

fair, and her eyes were bright and lively, making even the finest treasures pale in comparison. "Carrie, do you know what

his voice deep and tender. "It means you are my wife. You're

smooth, white cheek. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her

Ryan strode out of the

did Carrie meet anyone at the academy

of his wife crying in his arms last night and the

classes and painting in

is something wrong

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